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Quotes from Whiplash

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    • Terence Fletcher: There are no two words in the English language more harmful than "good job".
    • [Repeated line]
    • Terence Fletcher: Not quite my tempo.
    • Uncle Frank: You got any friends, Andy?
    • Andrew: I'd rather die drunk, broke at 34 and have people at a dinner table talk about me than live to be rich and sober at 90 and nobody remembered who I was.
    • Uncle Frank: Ah, but your friends will remember you, that's the point.
    • Andrew: None of us were friends with Charlie Parker. *That's* the point.
    • Uncle Frank: Travis and Dustin? They have plenty of friends and plenty of purpose.
    • Andrew: I'm sure they'll make great school board presidents someday.
    • Dustin: Oh, that's what this is all about? You think you're better than us?
    • Andrew: You catch on quick. Are you in Model UN?
    • Travis: I got a reply for you, Andrew. You think Carleton football's a joke? Come play with us.
    • Andrew: Four words you will never hear from the NFL.
    • Aunt Emma: Who wants dessert?
    • Andrew: No.
    • Uncle Frank: Oh, why's that?
    • Andrew: I don't know, I just never really saw the use.
    • Uncle Frank: Well, who are you going to play with otherwise? Lennon and McCartney, they were school buddies, am I right?
    • Andrew: Charlie Parker didn't know anybody 'til Jo Jones threw a cymbal at his head.
    • Uncle Frank: So that's your idea of success, huh?
    • Andrew: I think being the greatest musician of the 20th century is anybody's idea of success.
    • Jim: Dying broke and drunk and full of heroin at the age of 34 is not exactly my idea of success.
    • Terence Fletcher: We have a squeaker today, class. His name is Andrew Nieman, he's 19 years old. Isn't he cute?
    • Terence Fletcher: Either you're deliberately out of tune and sabotaging my band, or you don't know you're out of tune, and that's even worse.
    • Terence Fletcher: For the record, Metz wasn't out of tune. You were, Erickson, but he didn't know and that's bad enough.
    • Terence Fletcher: Nieman, you earned the part. Alternates, will you clean the blood off my drum set?
    • Terence Fletcher: I was there to push people beyond what's expected of them. I believe that's an absolute necessity.
    • Terence Fletcher: Nieman, you're done.
    • Terence Fletcher: Were you rushing or were you dragging?
    • Andrew: One, two, three...
    • Terence Fletcher: Now, was I rushing or I was dragging?
    • Andrew: I don't know.
    • Terence Fletcher: Count again.
    • Andrew: One, two, three, four.
    • [slap in the face]
    • Andrew: One, two, three, four.
    • [another slap in the face]
    • Andrew: One, two, three, four...
    • Terence Fletcher: Rushing or dragging?
    • Andrew: I-I don't know.
    • Andrew: Rushing.
    • [yelling]
    • Terence Fletcher: So, you do know the difference!
    • Terence Fletcher: Start counting!
    • Andrew: Five, six...
    • Terence Fletcher: In four, dammit! Look at me!
    • Andrew: One, two, three, four.
    • [Fletcher slaps him the face]
    • Andrew: One, two, three, four.
    • [Fletcher slaps him again]
    • [last lines]
    • [Andrew keeps playing after the music ends]
    • Terence Fletcher: Andrew, what are you doing, man?
    • Andrew: I'll cue you in!
    • [First Lines]
    • Andrew: Yes sir.
    • Terence Fletcher: Then why did you stop playing?
    • [Andrew resumes playing]
    • Terence Fletcher: Did I ask you to star playing again?
    • Andrew: Uh... sorry , I...
    • Terence Fletcher: I ask why you stop playing and your version of an answer was to turn into a wind-up monkey.
    • Andrew: Sorry, I...
    • Terence Fletcher: Show me your rudiments.
    • Andrew: Yes sir.
    • [Andrew plays while Fletcher removes his jacket and puts it on a rack]
    • Terence Fletcher: Double-time swing.
    • [Andrew stop playing because Fletcher enters the room]
    • Andrew: I'm sorry, I...
    • [Andrew resumes playing]
    • Terence Fletcher: No, double time. Double it!
    • [Andrew resumes playing]
    • Terence Fletcher: Faster. Faster!
    • [Andrew continues playing until he hears Fletcher slam the door out]
    • [Fletcher goes back to the room]
    • Terence Fletcher: Upsy-daisy. Forget my jacket!
    • Terence Fletcher: What's your name?
    • Andrew: Andrew Neiman sir.
    • Terence Fletcher: What year are you?
    • Andrew: I'm a... first year.
    • Terence Fletcher: You know who I am?
    • Andrew: Yes sir.
    • Terence Fletcher: So, you know that I'm looking for players?
    • Terence Fletcher: You're here for a reason. You believe that, right?
    • Andrew: Yeah.
    • Terence Fletcher: Say it.
    • Andrew: *I'm here for a reason*
    • [Smiling]
    • Terence Fletcher: Cool. All right, man. Have fun
    • Poster of Buddy Rich on Andrew's wall: IF YOU DON'T HAVE ABILITY, YOU WIND UP PLAYING IN A ROCK BAND
    • Andrew: But is there a line? You know, maybe you go too far, and you discourage the next Charlie Parker from ever becoming Charlie Parker?
    • Terence Fletcher: No, man, no. Because the next Charlie Parker would never be discouraged.
    • [repeated line]
    • Andrew: I'm upset!
    • Terence Fletcher: Now this one really upsets me. We have an out-of-tune player here. Before I continue, would that player care to identify himself? No? Ok, maybe a bug flew in my ear.
    • [entering the room]
    • Terence Fletcher: Listen up, cocksuckers!
    • Terence Fletcher: Why do you suppose I just hurled a chair at your head, Nieman?
    • Andrew: I-I don't know.
    • Terence Fletcher: Sure, you do.
    • Andrew: The tempo?
    • Terence Fletcher: Were you rushing or were you dragging?
    • Andrew: I-I don't know.
    • [after several hours of drumming]
    • Terence Fletcher: Maybe it's time to *finally* bring this home. What do you say?
    • [Nieman starts drumming]
    • Terence Fletcher: Don't slow down. Pick it up! FASTER!
    • [bangs cowbell in front of Nieman]
    • Terence Fletcher: FASTER!
    • [throws drum]
    • Terence Fletcher: FASTER! FASTER! FASTER! KEEP PLAYING, KEEP PLAYING, KEEP PLAYING. DON'T STOP!
    • [calls for a halt]
    • Terence Fletcher: Nieman, you earned the part.
    • [in calm,soothing manner to Andrew]
    • Terence Fletcher: Listen, the key is to just relax. Don't worry about the numbers. Don't worry about what the other guys are thinking. You're here for a reason. You believe that, right?
    • [melancholic]
    • Terence Fletcher: Guys, just put your instruments down for a minute.
    • [plays a slow trumpet song through speakers]
    • Terence Fletcher: Just listen for a minute. Six years ago, I came across a kid in a practice room, working on his scales. He was early second year and he'd started at Shaffer with a lot of hope. Like all you guys. But the truth was that he barely squeaked in to begin with and, uh... he was really struggling. The faculty were all telling him, "Maybe this isn't for you." But they didn't see what I saw. This scared, skinny kid, cursing himself because he couldn't get his scales right. I saw a drive in him. And I put him in Studio Band. And when he graduated, Marsalis made him third trumpet at Lincoln Center. A year later, he was first. That's who you're listening to now. His name was Sean Casey. I found out this morning that Sean... died yesterday... in a car accident. And I just... I wanted you guys to know he was a beautiful player. I just thought you should know.
    • [wipes tears from his eyes]
    • Terence Fletcher: I'm sorry.
    • Ryan: Don't worry about Fletcher. He's more bark than bite.
    • [last lines; during Andrew's drum solo]
    • Terence Fletcher: What the hell are you doing, man?
    • Andrew: I'll cue you.
    • Andrew: But is there a line? You know, maybe, you go too far and you discourage the next Charlie Parker from ever becoming Charlie Parker?
    • Terence Fletcher: No, man no, because the next Charlie Parker would never be discouraged.
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